I loved Lu Zhiming for ten years, until I found this note in his memo app:
“Protect Experimental Subject 0917. Erase their memories if necessary.”
On a stormy night, I caught Su Xue copying my birthmark in the changing room. The name on her medical record was unmistakably mine.
Hidden in the blue gum resin my mother left behind was a declaration of switched identities:
“September 9, 2003. Maternity ward fire. Twin experiment initiated.”
When the cherry blossom tattoo on Lu Zhiming’s skin started bleeding, droplets forming the words “Run” on the classroom floor,
I smiled and swallowed the poison that could rewrite my genes.
“My dear observer, this time, I’m the one who’ll tamper with your heartbeat.”
